[center][h2][color=08e8de]Kiran Agnarsson[/color][/h2][/center]
The Clocktower was beautiful. It was astounding to think of its construction; no Formulization at all! That qualified it as art in Kiran’s opinion. Not that formulized things couldn’t be too, but it was a bit different. 

There was even a fountain, and seating in the form of benches. People were taking pictures, which he could understand. However, Kiran merely craned his head up instead, peering at the top. There was a balcony up top which would surely provide a great vista of the academy grounds. Steam gently rolled from its highest point.

Kiran approached the base of the tower, taking note of the basement door. Later. For now, he had a climb ahead of him. Might as well take the scenic route there when he was already there. As he ascended gradually, he only occasionally glanced out and around – the far more interesting view was the exact composition of the tower. When simple observation was not enough, Kiran gently ran his fingers across the array of machinery.

It took him a while to get to the balcony, but it was a worthwhile endeavor, and a pleasant one. At the top, he took a seat, and rested, enjoying the view.
[center]*[/center]Once he returned all the way down, Kiran stretched, then stood himself determinedly in front of the basement door. Cheekily, he knocked once. Then he laid a palm on the door, and sent a spark of Formulization through it to unlock it.